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Anna Maria

By: LilacWine



As Tony drives towards his home in the hills, he muses not for the first time on his life. Semi retired at 50, consulting in the city two days a week. Nice house in Forest Green, the sleepy countrified little hills area which was so different from where they had lived in the city until last year. Nice car, the black Saab he'd always wanted. He is still in OK shape, still has his hair and all his teeth, can still be called tall dark and handsome! Attractive partner, ostensibly his wife, though they aren't married, had been together 10 years so might as well have been. Jill is lovely by most accounts, 55 but looks quite young still. Tall, blonde and with that kind of Nordic ice cold beauty that seems almost untouchable. Sure, the sex could have been better, less perfunctory. It used to be when they first met. But it's not unusual for that to fade is it? He could handle the once fortnightly friendly sex they experienced together. Shouldn't expect too much.

He turns off the highway, still thinking about how much he has to be grateful for. As he approaches his house, he sees Jill out the front engaged in conversation with a dark haired woman. Jill looks up and waves, and the woman raises her face to him. Tony parks the car and walks up to them.

"Tony this is Anna Maria.She and her husband Brad have taken on the lease on next door's place." Jill says, gesturing to the woman.

Anna Maria. She doesn't smile but simply extends her hand to his. Her arms jangle with many Indian bracelets. He takes her hand. Her skin is warm and slightly moist. She has a tangle of long dark wild hair which falls to her elbows. Her ears are adorned with long earrings, one of which is caught in the curls around her face, which is devoid of makeup, her eyes are black, her skin olive. She's a good head shorter than Jill and has a generous figure, though she is dressed simply in a pair of baggy shorts and tshirt.

Tony is transfixed by her eyes which stare back at him intently, but manages to say "Hi Anna Maria. I'm Tony." but he can't seem to let go of that hand, neither is she letting go. 

"Tony.I think Anna Maria has things to do. Settling in you know.Anna Maria maybe you and Brad could come for a drink later?"

At this someone who must be Brad comes up the driveway from their house,approaches the group and introduces himself. He's tall and has the complexion of someone who indulges in alcohol a little too often, but he's amiable and smiles unlike Anna Maria, and shakes hands with Tony and Jill.

"We won't have time later. But thanks for the offer. Maybe tomorrow? By the way just call me Anna," she says, for the first time she speaks, and Tony detects a trace of some kind of accent. Italian or Spanish perhaps? He knows he's ogling her and sees Jill roll her eyes at him, knows he is going to cop it later, but he can't help himself. Anna and Brad walk back into their house as do Tony and Jill. Tony looks back in time to see Brad grab Anna's arse hard, and to see her hand push his away.

Tony's evening is the same as usual, drinks, then dinner which at this time of year they eat outside on the deck. Tony's craning his neck for a glimpse next door but the house is in darkness. He doesn't even know why he feels some interest in Anna Maria, she isn't even his type, but he can't get her eyes out of his head. 

He and Jill go to bed later but he can't sleep, he's tossing and turning while Jill slumbers on. He gets up for a drink of water. His kitchen window faces Anna's house. Standing in the darkness at the sink he sees a light go on next door, the bathroom window pushed open. 

It's Anna Maria, fully naked. Just standing at the window and staring out. Her body is paler than he imagined, he can see to just thigh level. Again he is transfixed. He knows he should look away but he can't. Her breasts are full and somewhat pendulous, her nipples a dark circle against them. Her body is round and devoid of any kind of angles, her hips and belly curvaceous, her pubic hair dark and curling in a small V towards the fullness of her thighs. Holy shit thinks Tony, what the fuck is she doing? She can't possibly see me, surely, he thinks, but she's looking right up at him, at his window. What is she doing there?

She reaches one hand down between her legs, rubs herself there, never moving her gaze from where he's standing. He himself is rooted to the spot and feels his cock stiffen, knowing he could be caught any moment but unable to move. Her body is still but she is moving her hand around her pussy now, leaning back against the sink and rubbing more insistently now, as her other hand caresses her breasts, unable to contain the fullness of them in her hand. She raises the hand that's been buried in her pussy to her mouth and sucks it,eyes closed at first, then looking..god! She has to be looking...right at him! He sees her body shake as she begins to stroke herself again. She is coming! His cock is so hard and he's feeling the first drops of precum ooze from the head. He is watching a woman cum, he can't believe it but he knows she is aware of him. Abruptly she reaches up and shuts the window. Turns out the light.

Tony still can't move, he can't believe what he's just seen. Is he sleepwalking? His cock hasn't been this hard in years. He hardly ever masturbates anymore but he can't stop himself, stands in the kitchen in disbelief, cock in hand, still thinking about what he's just seen, imagining those slick fingers in his mouth and his head at her breasts.

Jill heads off to work the next day, thankfully, because Tony doesn't know how he would face her after the events of last night. Today it feels like a dream. Was it? 

There's a knock at the door, it's Brad.

"Mate I wouldn't normally ask, but I need a hand getting this washing machine down the stairs, could ya?"

"Sure, that's ok, just give me some time to get dressed and I'll be over," says Tony.

"Cool, Anna can make you some breakfast."

Half an hour and one coffee later Tony is next door with Brad struggling with the washing machine, down the fifteen steps to Brad and Anna Maria's house. Anna is at the bottom of the steps watching them. It's hard for Tony to concentrate when he realises she's there, barefooted and wearing a white kimono type robe and holding a coffee.

Finally they get the machine into the laundry, all the time watched by Anna who has made no movements towards making anything like breakfast but has stood sipping her coffee and watching them. Brad's struggling with positioning the machine when his mobile rings. He walks out into the entry and Tony follows him.

"Two secs Tony, just gotta take this call, upstairs, there's no reception down here." Brad says.

Tony decides to go back into the laundry and over to the machine, crouches down and examines it. Anna follows. He thought was at the doorway, but he becomes aware of her standing right behind him. Turning to see her legs inches away from his face, he looks up into hers, and she's looking down at him. Not taking her eyes off his she opens her robe, just at the bottom, and reaches down to part the lips of her pussy.

"Anna..." starts Tony, but she takes his head and presses it to her dark curling bush, Tony has no resistance, he reaches up to part her lips and press his mouth to her pussy. Her smell is dark and intoxicating, his nose is buried in her soft hair and his mouth kissing her pussy lips, his tongue finding the opening to her pussy and plunging inside to her salty sweetness. Her hands caress his head as he swirls his tongue over her skin. He hasn't tasted a pussy for years, Jill's uptight about him going down on her, and this is so good, he can't stop himself though he knows Brad could walk in at any moment. Anna isn't speaking but she's making small sounds of pleasure as he flicks his tongue over the hard bud of her clit. He's running a hand up her full thigh to slide two fingers deep inside her. He feels her groan and gasp as he does so, never once moving his tongue from her clit, feeling the aromatic ambrosia of her pussy run down into his mouth. He feels her shudder and cum, she's grinding his head into her, her hands insistently pushing the back of his head to her sweet lips as she shudders and cums again and again.

Brad calls through the house. "Anna..Tony...?"

"Fuck!" says Tony and begins to get up.

"In the laundry Brad!" says Anna, but as Tony tries to disentangle himself she pulls him to her and kisses him full on the mouth, plunges her tongue into his, takes his hand and shoves it into her pussy again, then grabs it and puts it to his face, licking his fingers and then placing it to his mouth.

"Anna! Fuck! " he says and manages to extricate himself just as Brad walks in.

"Hey Tony, Anna and I were wondering if you and Jill want to take us to your local tonight? I asked Jill and she agreed. Ok with you?" says Brad.

He looks over to Anna whose face is expressionless, realises he has no way out of it.

"Sure, ok. Eight tonight then? Parkinson's Tavern. You follow us." he hears himself saying.

That night Jill tackles him. "What is it about Anna Maria? You couldn't take your eyes off her yesterday. Jesus Tony you're 50, she'll think you're an old sleaze, she is only 35 you know, and not even slim, I'm in better shape than her. And did you see that hair? Hasn't seen scissors or a brush for years I would say. And the jewellery! She looks like a Bollywood reject! I don't know why I agreed to this. And the husband! Typical Ocker, talks like the croc hunter. Oh jesus what am I going to wear? Do these pants make my arse look big?"

Tony is used to this from Jill, you would think at 55 he wouldn't have to put up with this from her but she's as insecure as a 25 year old. He sighs, placates her, and they head out.

He's shocked when he sees Anna. She looks like a different person. Her hair has been blown dry and straightened, her eyes are lined with kohl, her lipstick is slick and glossy and her clothes! Well he sees Jill eye her up and down disapprovingly though every male head in the pub is turned towards Anna Maria. She has on a simple black v necked top, which clings to her tightly and accentuates the deep cleft between her breasts. Her skirt is black and ends just above the knees, she's wearing black stockings. Indian jewellery hangs from her wrists, ears and neck. Jill in contrast looks like a society sophisticate in black pants and cream blouse. Brad is obviously enjoying the attention Anna is getting from the male patrons but she herself seems oblivious as she quietly sips her Coke and looks down. Tony doesn't know where to look, he's too afraid to make eye contact, and Jill is watching him the whole time. The night's not going well, he knows Jill will beg off soon and go home.

"Hey, I see someone I know there. Just going for a drink babe, back in a few." Brad says, but Anna looks knowingly at him, knows he's settled in for the night. Tony looks over at Jill, she's yawning and making motions at the door. Tony starts to rise but Brad slaps him on the back.

"Not going are you mate? I wanted you to meet some people. Come on have a beer with us." he says.

He has no choice but to stay, says to Jill "Take the Saab, I won't be long." and she leaves.

Brad and his mates crowd the table, ogling Anna who just looks at Tony impassively. Anna excuses herself for the bathroom.

"Fuck, guys, will you look at that arse! Made her wear that tonight, got her out of the baggy stuff and into the hot black number for a change." says Brad, as Anna walks away. "How lucky am I eh? And does she go off? Can't get enough of me, like a fucking nympho she is. Every fucking night! Can't keep up half the time! Fucking hot eh Tony?" Brad and his mates laugh.

"Excuse me." Tony says, disgusted, and heads for the toilets. He finds Anna just coming out, she looks upset and distracted.

"Tony..." she starts.

"Anna. What the fuck are you doing with Brad?! He's an arsehole. You should hear the things he's saying about you out there."

"Tony that's just him. Don't pay attention. Being a boy. It's ok." but she looks upset still.

"You can't seriously excuse that. What's the matter with you?"

"You don't know Brad." She trails off, just looks at him. "It's hard to explain. Drive me home. Please." she says.

She gets the keys from Brad and they drive back home in silence. Tony half expects her to reach over and touch him, his cock stiffens in anticipation of this but Anna just stays turned to the window and says nothing, even when he tries to talk about their encounter in her house that morning. Arriving at her house now, he turns off the car. He reaches over to kiss her, pushes her hair aside and kisses her neck, sucking it softly and sliding a hand inside her top to find her nipple, which stiffens to his touch. He feels her body responding to him, she slides down the seat slightly and he pushes her top aside to suck her nipple through the sheer lace of her bra, tasting the fabric her perfume and her salty flesh.

Her breasts are so full, he has never felt anything so soft and yielding, he can't stop running his hands over them and luxuriating in their abundance. He lifts her top fully now and takes them in both hands, still sucking her tight and erect nipples through her bra, as her hands caress his hair and exert pressure for him to stay there. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, her breasts spill heavily into his hands, he sighs as he takes in the full beauty of them and buries his face and his mouth and tongue in her flesh.

"Don't stop Tony, I can cum from this" she says, and he has no intention of stopping, just making love to her nipples, the sensitive bumps around them on her areola, he's running his tongue over them and feeling them rise with each movement. Her body twists beneath him, her skirt has ridden up and he can see her pussy glistening through her sheer black knickers. The curled hair is damp with her juices, and as he goes to touch her there she pushes his hand away, directing him back to her breasts, which he's devouring now, alternating his hand and mouth on her fully erect, pink and wet hard nipples, swallowing her soft satiny and juicy flesh. He feels her start to shake and moan, she's coming. God he has never seen a woman cum from having her nipples stimulated like this! She is pulling him to her as wave after wave of climax hits her, subsides, then hits her again.

He sees his front light come on, so does she. 

"Oh god. Anna. I want you so much." he says, but he knows he has to go.

She stays where she is as he manages to get out of the car, walking slowly to his door, trying to will his throbbing hardon down before Jill sees. Instead decides to put his coat in front of his crotch and beat a hasty retreat to a very cold shower.

Again, later that night, after making love to Jill, missionary style, lights off, Jill sleeps but Tony lies awake. He's thinking about Anna, of course, as he did the whole time while his cock was inside Jill, imagining her lushness while feeling Jill's long spare body against him, picturing her wild gypsy hair while trying to block out Jill's frosted blonde head.

There's no sleep tonight for him,he pulls on his boxers, this time he decides to go out on the deck and have a beer, doesn't care that it's 2am.

He thinks he's hallucinating at first. Looks out onto the grass and sees a figure sitting in shadow out there. What the fuck? Is it Anna?

He can't believe his eyes. Is she sleepwalking? He puts down his beer, walks down the steps into the yard. As he gets closer, his eyes aren't deceiving him. It is Anna. He sees she is wearing a long white nightgown which shimmers in the moonlight, and is now standing just watching him.

"Anna." again he starts, but she puts a finger to her mouth as if to hush him, and in one movement removes the white garment. She is fully naked underneath. His breath draws in sharply as for the first time he sees her naked beauty up close, her eyes in the moonlight are blazingly black, the curves of her body lush and shining.

He knows Jill could be watching but he doesn't care. Anna drops to her knees, at the same time hooking her fingers inside his boxers and pulling them down. His cock is already...still...achingly hard. She opens her warm mouth and takes his cock in. His body almost turns liquid with the sensation, something he hasn't felt for a long time. Her mouth is soft, hot and so wet, she slides it along the length of his cock, teasing the head with the back of her tongue, increasing the pressure, relentlessly massaging his swollen balls while she moves her mouth all around the length of it. He is running his hands through her hair, getting his fingers tangled in the luxuriant softness and wildness of it. He can't help thrusting his hips towards her, which spurs her on to increase her speed. Now and then she stops to lick his cock from base to tip, now and then taking his aching testicles one by one into her mouth and sucking insistently. She plunges her mouth down hard, he feels her soft tits against his thighs, holding her beautiful head he pushes his cock into her mouth, she doesn't miss a beat and sucks the head harder. He feels his balls contract as his climax builds, can almost feel the sperm racing up inside his cock until its hot jet explodes into her soft hot mouth, hitting the roof of it while she swallows it all.

"Anna, let me fuck you. Please.I have to feel your pussy tight around my cock...now!"

Anna doesn't hesitate, she pushes him down on a garden chair, his boxers around his ankles, his cock still hard, he hasn't been this hard ever, or so many times. He puts his thighs together as she lowers herself onto him. She straddles him, her soft thighs around his harder ones. Her pussy feels amazing, it's heaven in there, it's a hot slick grasping tube encasing his hard and veiny cock. Her body is pressed against him, her breasts in his face, he runs his hands down her back and to her round arse, which he squeezes and kneads as she rides him slowly, gripping her pussy tight around him and moving in rhythm with his thrusts.

She leans down to kiss him deeply, her tongue finding his and intertwining, then her mouth on his neck, sucking and biting the soft flesh there, leaving her imprint on him. He in turn sucks and bites her neck gently, then moves his mouth to her nipples, she feeds him her breasts again, he knows how much pleasure this gives her and is longing to see her cum again.

Their movements become faster now as Anna rides him hard, raising her body as his cock almost slips out of her soaking pussy, then plunging down again to envelop and grasp it again. They are grinding into each other, Tony's mouth still working Anna's breasts, his finger now sliding in and out of her asshole in time with his frantic thrusts inside her pussy.

He wants to come in time with her, is holding off though he feels the orgasm rising in his balls, he will control it till he feels her about to cum. He knows by now her moans and shudders are an indicator of being unable to hold on. Faster and harder now the slapping of his flesh on hers her face beautiful and ecstatic in the moonlight her breasts bouncing wildly in his face his finger in her asshole his cock pumping madly inside her he feels her shudder and cum, as his own cum shoots through his cock and into her divine delicious pussy, where it belongs. She shrieks as he feels her flesh spasming around him. Her smell, the feel of her,everything surrounds them as they collapse against each other in mutual, amazing ecstacy.

They stay this way for a few moments then she gets up, kisses him. Looks at him intently, then gathers her nightgown and heads back through the gate to her house.

Tony pulls on his boxers and goes back up the stairs inside. It's much later than he thought, time went by the wayside. He doesn't wash, wants Anna's smell on him, doesn't care what Jill thinks. Doesn't know what life is going to be like for him in the morning but at this point in time, in his mind is only Anna.

Anna Maria



I have recorded the past eight years of my life in this journal. It has been a remarkable time in my life. I wish to share it with you. It is a fairy tale, I think. 

My story has been translated from its original Italian to English. I apologize if some words or phrases are incorrect. My friends tell me that the meaning of the story will come to you easily. I hope that is so.

*

There are certain days when god smiles upon me, Pietro Trigiani. Such a day was the Monday in April, 2000, when Anna Maria Maraj entered my office. She looked very uncertain. She looked about, to see who was in my modest room even before she entered.

"You are Avvocato Trigiani?" 

"Yes." I believe I was smiling at the woman. She was very lovely, even though she wore the cloth of a vedova, a widow. 

"Come in please."

"I have no appointment."

"You do not need one today, Signora Maraj."

"You know me?" 

I smiled again. I wished her to be at ease. 

"I know you from the town. I see you in the market each day."

"Do you know my husband, Ridvan?"

"No, I do not. Is it important?"

"He is lost. Many days now. Weeks even."

"Ah yes. I remember. I read it in the newspaper. I am very sorry for your loss."

"They say he has drowned ... at sea. He was a fisherman. He and his brother. They are both lost." 

"It is a great tragedy. Is there some way I can help you?"

"Yes. I wish to divorce him. I wish to have my name back."

I was startled by her request. It was very unusual. I did not understand. 

"Signora Maraj, you must tell me more. What you ask is unusual. I must know more."

"I want to divorce Ridvan Maraj, my husband. I want my good name returned. Perhaps, if I am fortunate, I can have my dignity returned."

I opened my journal and began to write. Anna Maria Maraj. Divorce? 

"Signora, will you please hand me one Euro or one thousand lire."

She looked at me oddly for a moment before opening her purse and finding a one thousand lire note, handed it to me.

"Excellent. From this moment, you are my client and I am your lawyer. Anything you tell me will be held in confidence. No one else will know unless you choose to tell them. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Very well. I must know all the facts. Everything. Can you do that?"

She nodded. Her face held no expression. No frown, no smile. Her eyes told me nothing.

"Why do you wish to divorce your husband if he is lost?" I began. 

"I do not believe he is lost. I believe he has returned to Albania."

"Why do you think this?"

"He is a criminal. He and his brother are using their boat to do illegal things."

"What manner of illegal things?"

"Smuggling people to Italy. Perhaps drugs as well."

"How do you know this?"

"He has caught no fish for many months and yet he has money. I heard him talking with his brother Olek. I know they have been bringing people from Durres to a place near Vieste." She paused for a moment, he eyes searching for something. 

"These people they bring. They are criminals too. They pay Ridvan much money to be transported in secret. They must pay in either American dollars or Euros. Nothing else."

"I see. Do you know why he has not returned to his home?"

"No. I am not sure. Perhaps because he knows I do not love him. I have never loved him. I kept my part of the bargain. That is all. I have paid the debt."

"Tell me about this debt ... this bargain." The woman was now quite fretful and unsettled. She was wringing her hands and pursing her lips as she looked downward, swaying in the chair. I wanted to know more about her and this strange situation.

"My parents got into some trouble with Ridvan. I was never told the nature of this debt. I was given to him as his wife in payment. It was against my will, but I could not risk him doing harm to my family."

"I see. Has something changed?"

"My father died suddenly and my mother left to be with my brother in America. She is safe now. My other relatives live in Campania, away from his influence. Ridvan knows he cannot hold me, despite his threats."

"What are his threats?"

"He said he would kill me if I tried to leave him."


I was shocked. I had never encountered such a thing before in my career.

"Did your parents know of his activities?"

"No. I did not want to upset them."

I sat back, thinking. I was drawn to this woman. I did not know quite why, although she was very lovely. I thought that she was not much older than thirty years. She was dark, southern in appearance, but much more refined and exotic, almost like an Egyptian queen in ancient history. There was a deep, golden cast to her perfect skin with very straight, long hair as black as coal. Her eyes were so dark, I was sure they were black as well. I had no choice. I would help this woman. 

"Signora Maraj ..."

"Please, Signore Trigiani, I wish to be known again as Anna Maria Delvecchio. That is my family name."

"Of course. May I call you Anna Maria?"

"Certainly."

"Very well, Anna Maria. Have you reported the activities of your husband to the police?"

"No ... I do not trust them."

"I see." I stopped for a moment to think. "If I could find someone in authority that you could trust, would you be willing to tell them about your husband and his activities?"

"Perhaps. Provided he cannot find me and hurt me."

"I would never allow you to be in danger. I could not forgive myself if you were harmed by something I did."

She looked up at me now, and I saw the beginning of a smile. I felt my innards tighten and my head swim. She could destroy men with a smile. Why was I burdened with a faithless wife when a beauty such as Anna Maria was here, living in the same little town?

"I will prepare the papers for application to divorce Ridvan Maraj right away, but as you know, it will take three years for it to be legally acknowledged. I can tell you that from my own experience. There is no shorter method. However, we can date the separation to the day he disappeared."

"What if he did disappear at sea? If he never comes back, will it still be three years?" She was anxious again. Frustrated? I believed she wanted this over with much sooner than three years. 

"That will take some investigation on my part. I do not know the law on such matters. I will study that and tell you what I have learned. It may be much quicker and less difficult than divorce."

I saw a look of hope on Anna Maria's beautiful face. I would treasure that moment. I felt the stirring in my loins and cautioned myself. She was a client and not available to me. 

"Anna Maria, how are you living? Do you have sufficient money to survive?"

"Yes, the money in the bank has not been touched. There are over twenty million lire in the account. I can live for many months without concern."

"So, you have access to that money then?"

"Yes. There was never very much money in that account until last year. I was using it to buy food and necessities. Then, last year, I noticed a large amount appear unexpectedly."

"Did you ask your husband about it?"

"No. I was sure it was illegal money. I did not want to know."

"Yes ... probably wise. Your husband sounds like a dangerous man. Did he truly threaten to kill you?"

She nodded, her head down, looking at her hands folded in her lap. "I had no doubt he would. He saw me only as someone he could use for his own pleasure and to keep our home."

"I can only hope he has truly gone," I said. I wondered if she could understand my sincerity.

"No more than I," she replied. 

"Anna Maria, I will look into the law on his disappearance and tell you of your choices. I should know by Thursday, this week. Can you come to my office that afternoon?"

"Yes. I am anxious to have this marriage end. It matters not how that is accomplished."

She rose and after I gently held her hand for a moment, I said goodbye. She turned and left my office. 

I stood for several moments before walking to the window to watch her leave the building and walk slowly toward the piazza. I would do whatever I could to rid her of that black cloth and return a smile to her face.

Chapter 2

When I said that god was smiling on me that morning, I might have said that he was visiting me much more often than in the past. While I found no simple answer to the question of having her husband declared dead, other events made all my work unnecessary.

I was sitting at an outdoor table at the café, with my morning paper and espresso. I looked up to see Anna Maria hurrying toward me, her face quite contorted, but in what mood, I could not tell. She rushed to my table and sat, breathlessly waiting to recover. I rose to take her hand and calm her. 

"Anna Maria, what is it? What has happened?"

"The police. The police in Foggia called me. They have found my husband. He is dead! Do you hear? He is dead!"

Her eyes were wide and alive, but not with fear or regret. It was excitement I saw on her face. 

"Did they say how his death came about?"

"No. They did say it was a homicide and they would contact me soon to discuss matters with me. Why would they want to talk to me?" 

"It is normal police procedure. If a crime has been committed, they must contact all the people who may be involved with the victim. Did they tell you any more than that?"

"No. Nothing more."

"I see." I thought this was a serious matter and required my intervention. "Anna Maria, I have a friend in Foggia. I will contact him and see what I can learn. Please do not talk to anyone about this matter until we meet again. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand, but does this not mean that I am now free of him?"

"Yes. It certainly does, but there may be other things to consider. The money for example. We do not know what questions the police will ask. Allow me to learn what I can. Please be patient," I pleaded. 

It required but one telephone call to my cousin Aldo to determine what the Apulia regional police knew. The bodies of Ridvan and Olek Maraj were found washed ashore a few meters apart near Easano. Their hands were bound behind their backs and there was a bullet hole in the back of their heads. They had not been in the water for any great length of time. Their boat was nowhere to be found.

I considered the information. How much should I tell Anna Maria? Would she be upset or frightened if she knew the manner of her husband and his brother's death? And what of the money that had mysteriously appeared in her account? I sat in my office for some time, thinking of how I should deal with this situation.

The Maraj domicile was away from the water on a hill at the north end of Calva. It was a ten minute walk from my office to Anna Maria's casa, although the hill was steep and I was breathing heavily when I knocked on her door. She answered promptly.

"Signor Trigiani, come in," she smiled. I was at a loss for words to describe this woman. In the privacy of her home, she had discarded the black cloth and wore a white blouse and blue-jean pants that fit her very closely. It was the first time I had seen her true form and she was even more beautiful than I had imagined. I was at a loss for words as I entered her home.

"You have news of Ridvan?" she asked, getting directly to the question.

"Yes. He is certainly dead. However, there are things that I believe you should know. They are unpleasant things, I am afraid."

"Please. Do not spare me the facts."

"Your husband and his brother were murdered. Of that there is no doubt. In the manner which they were found, it would appear to be an execution. I'm sorry that I have to shock you this way." I tried very hard not to upset her, but I knew that she would learn these ugly facts soon.

She had put her hand to her mouth and her eyes grew large as she understood my words. There would be no tears. These were not men she loved. In truth, she might be secretly happy at these events.

"It is now time for me to advise you, Anna Maria. The police will be coming to talk to you. To ask you questions. I want you to tell them the truth, absolutely. Do not lie. However, answer only the questions they ask you. Do not volunteer information. Simply answer only the questions they ask, truthfully. Can you do that?"

"Yes. I understand. Answer only what they ask and tell only the truth."

"Excellent!" I will be with you at the time. When they come, tell them you wish my presence. You have that right. Do not talk to them without me."

She nodded, a smile now more evident on her lovely face. I was feeling very optimistic. 

"Anna Maria, this is a terrible crime and I would not wish this fate on any man. However, it has resolved your problem and you are now a free woman. You are no longer bound to anyone. I am sure you will be happy with that result."

"Of course, but I had no idea that it might happen so quickly. I am pleased, but a little frightened. Do you think those who killed Ridvan and Olek might come for me?"

"No, I do not expect they will. You have not been involved in their criminal affairs. They may not even know of your existence." I smiled at her and took her hands to reassure her. I had that tightening feeling in my stomach and the dizziness in my head once more. 

"Anna Maria, I would like to invite you to dine with me at Trattoria Adriatico. We can celebrate your 'divorce' in private. It will be a consultation meeting to anyone who should question. Will you join me tonight?"

She hesitated. She seemed to be surprised, but she agreed. "We can partake in the Passegiatta. I would like to rejoin the living once more." Again, her smile devastated me. I could not recall my walk back to my office that afternoon. I was elated and excited. The solution to her problem might mean the opportunity for my return to the living as well.

I drove my old Fiat to her home before eight o'clock and we rode the short distance to the piazza and the ristorante. Paulo and Teresa welcomed us with smiles, as I knew they would. We were given a table away from the windows and away from other patrons. Anna Maria had tied her long, beautiful hair up in an elegant way and wore a dress as blue as the Adriatic. There was no black for mourning this evening. There was no pretense.

"You look very lovely, Anna Maria." I spoke from the heart. She was truly exceptional and I could feel my heart beating strongly. 

She smiled at my compliment, her face relaxed and happy as if she was without a care. 

"When I was little, my mother called me 'Mia' because that was all I could say of my name. I have not heard that name for a long time. If you like, you may use it," she smiled.

"Thank you, Mia. I am honored and I think, very fortunate. I have not had the pleasure of ever being with such a beautiful woman as you." She may have blushed at my flattery, but I could not tell in the low candlelight. 

"You are married, but seeking a divorce?" Her question was quite unexpected.

"Yes. My wife left to be with another man. I expect the judges to grant my divorce by the end of the year. I will be a free man once more." I was smiling at the prospect.

"Your wife must be very foolish. You are a kind man and an important man in Calva. Many women would consider themselves blessed to have a husband such as you."

I could feel the blood rush to my face. No woman had ever paid me such a compliment. Again, my heart was beating almost through my chest.

"Mia, we have not known of each other for a long time. I am very taken with you as you must surely know. You have endured a miserable life with your late husband and I want to show you what a man such as I could give you. You have earned happiness and I would do anything to bring that to you." My confession surprised me. I was speaking from the heart without thinking of what I was saying. I do not believe I was breathing at the time.

"Pietro, you are very kind and I am attracted to you. We must take our time and be certain of our feelings. We have many months before you are once again a free man. We have time to know each other fully. We have time," she smiled.

I nodded my agreement. She was cautious, but I was optimistic. We could be together and allow our love to grow, I thought. It would be a wonderful time. I was certain of it. 

Chapter 3 

The police came to see Anna Maria on the following Tuesday. She called me immediately after talking to them on the telephone. They had requested that she come to the local police station to give a statement concerning the death of her husband. I was familiar with this method. The interview at the local commissariato was a way to intimidate the innocent. I would try to put a stop to this and have the interview in my office.

I telephoned the local polizia and identified myself. I was told to wait, of course. I could hear conversations in the background but I could not understand what was being said. At last, another man came on the telephone, identifying himself as Inspector Lucci of the Polizia Regionale. 

I explained my concerns and we argued for several minutes before he agreed to meet in my office. However, he would be accompanied by a Capitano Candiotti of the Guardia di Finanza. That told me they might be aware of the activities of the Maraj brothers. I would have to caution Anna Maria once more before the meeting.

I telephoned Anna Maria and told her we would set the meeting for three o'clock that afternoon, but it would be in my small, very warm office. With good fortune, the two investigators might have a large meal with wine and perhaps be in a more contented mood. My friends at the ristorante would alert me if this was so.

Anna Maria arrived early, as instructed, and I told her about the Guardia di Finanza and what they would want to know. The G di F had control of customs and finance. Smuggling would be their interest.

Again, I instructed her to answer truthfully, but only the questions asked. If I were in any doubt about what was being asked, I would interrupt. If she was uncertain, I would let her know with only the movement of my head if she should answer or not. My client appeared to be quite unsettled and I tried to calm her before the two men arrived.

Shortly after the appointed hour, there was a knock on my door and I welcomed our guests. As I expected, the two policemen had dined well at the ristorante and had more than a glass of wine. Indeed, they were dressed in suits and since I had closed the windows in my office, I expected the warmth of the room to sooth them. It was to prove a useful strategy.

Inspector Lucci began the interview, placing a small recorder on my desk in front of Anna Maria. The questions were straightforward and not dangerous at all. Anna answered them promptly and clearly. She offered no embellishment. The inspector concluded the interview after twenty minutes and thanked Anna Maria for her cooperation. 

Capitano Candiotti was a different matter altogether. He was seeking much more detailed information, giving the impression that he thought Anna Maria was withholding important facts. He was an older man, quite stout and wearing a three-piece suit. By the time the first interview was completed, he was perspiring abundantly. 

"Signora Maraj, do you know how your husband earned his money?" he began.

"He was a fisherman."

"Did he catch many fish?"

"I do not know. I did not go to the docks to see."

"Would you be surprised to know that he had not landed any fish in Calva in many months?"

"Perhaps he landed them elsewhere."

"I think not. In fact, signora, I do not believe he has been fishing for some months. Do you know anything about that?"

Anna Maria looked toward me and I nodded for her to answer.

"I heard him talking to his brother one night. They had been drinking and boasting of their success. They talked of bringing people to Italy. People who were hiding in their boat. These people would pay Ridvan to bring them from Albania."




Anna Maria



"Ah hah! So you know of this smuggling then!" He sounded triumphant. "Why did you not report this to the authorities?" 

"I was afraid. Ridvan had threatened me with my life if I left him. I do not trust the polizia to protect me."

"I see." He seemed to be thinking about something. I decided it was time to interrupt.

"Capitano Candiotti, do you think the signora is in any danger from the people who killed her husband?"

He shook his head quite vigorously. 

"No. There were no signs of torture on either body. They were killed because they stupidly thought they could go unnoticed in their activities. They were little fish playing in a pond with sharks. They had no chance once they were discovered. They were caught, bound, shot and thrown in the sea close to shore. They were expected to be found as a warning to others.

"As far as we can determine, they were smuggling heroin and hashish originating in Pakistan and Afghanistan, along with escaped criminals from Albania and Macedonia. They could not have done more to attract attention to themselves. Very stupid." 

"Do you have any more questions for Signora Maraj?" I was hoping he was finished. There seemed little else to learn from her.

Again, he paused and thought for a moment.

"No. I cannot see any reason to detain you longer, signora. I am sorry to have kept you, but I must assure you that your husband's murder is an open crime. Inspector Lucci and I are expected to find his killers. I do not think they are here in Calva, however."

He and Inspector Lucci rose and offered their hands to me and Anna Maria. I thanked them for the courtesy of meeting in my tiny office and for their forthright comments. They nodded and quietly left. I pressed a finger to my lips cautioning Anna Maria to say nothing while I looked out the window, waiting to see the two men. 

Within moments they appeared, stopping to talk for a few seconds, then walking slowly in the direction of the police station. I was satisfied. I turned to Anna Maria.

"I think they are done with you. They are satisfied they know what happened, even if they do not know who committed the crime. I do not believe they think you are involved."

"Thank you, Pietro. I would not have been able to complete the interview without you. Before you asked your question, I was quite fearful Capitano Candiotti suspected me of being involved."

"That is his method. He will try to intimidate or unsettle witnesses to see if they make a mistake, or tell a different story. When I interrupted, he lost the advantage. In any case, I do not think he seriously considered you a part of the murder. He wanted to know what you knew, but did not know the correct questions. He was very uncomfortable with the heat and I think he wanted to end the interview as quickly as possible. I gave him that opportunity and he took it."

"You are very clever, Pietro. I must remember always to tell the truth when I am with you." She was smiling again and my spirits were lifted once more to the sky.

"The worst is over now. We can officially say that I am no longer in your employ as your avvocato. We are now just two people and we can act as two people might."

"You must tell me what will settle our account. What do I owe the finest avvocato in Apulia region?" She was serious again.

"It is so small as to be of no consequence." I could not accept charging her for my services. I was happy to have provided them. Her one thousand lire note was payment in full to my liking.

"No, that is not fair. You have had expenses and you have worked on my behalf. I will not be satisfied until I have paid the account in full." Again, she was not jesting.

I thought for a moment and then smiled a conspirator's smile.

"I have it. You will pay for our evening at Trattoria Adriatico this evening. We will even share the better wine." I laughed at my plan and she smiled in return.

"It seems very little for all the comfort you brought me. I am grateful to you, Pietro. My life is going to be much better, I know." 

She was accepting my proposal to clear the account and I was pleased. It would be a lovely spring evening and afterwards, we could join the Passegiatta and walk with the other townsfolk. It was time for us to see and be seen.

Chapter 4

My friends at the ristorante, Paulo and Teresa Tremonte, promised to tell me if there was any scandal about Anna Maria and myself. Calva is a small town, little more than a village, and each of us knew most of the townspeople. Perhaps some of the older women would be outraged. I would not have Anna Maria embarrassed with scandalous talk. If that were to happen, I would have to take care to protect her reputation.

I should not have worried about scandal. The townspeople had little regard for the brothers Maraj. There would be no mourning their deaths. Indeed, they felt sorry for Anna Maria. They must have known of the agreement that forced her into the loveless marriage. There was general agreement that my lovely friend should enjoy the company of a proper and honorable companion.

For my part, I was accepted as that companion by most citizens. Perhaps in sympathy for my wife's deceit, but certainly because I had a respectable reputation in the town. My spirits were lifted by their acknowledgment of my desire for Anna Marie. I had received their unspoken permission. 

As the weather warmed and the days grew longer, 'Mia' and I spent all our time together. We had become lovers only five weeks after the visit by the polizia. When we understood that the people of Calva could accept us together, we knew that it was our destiny. It was Anna Maria who chose the moment. One afternoon, we were walking in the piazza, alone except for some pigeons. 

"Pietro, I have something to ask you."

"Please, ask me anything."

"Will you be my lover?" 

As shocked as I was by her question, I was able to nod my head. She laughed at me.

"You look so surprised. I know you have strong feelings for me. Tell me that you want me, Pietro."

She was so sincere and yet she was smiling with happiness. I had no will to refuse her. I wanted to make love to her from the moment I first met her. We had stopped near the fountain. I took her in my arms and I kissed her passionately. I would leave her no doubt of my feelings.

We returned to her home and we made love for the first time that afternoon. We spent hours gazing at each other, learning about each other in our nakedness. My 'Mia' was so lovely and so perfect. I had found my heaven. I would stay here the rest of my life. I could never let her escape my love. 

'Mia' cried the first time we made love. She told me that no man had ever made her feel this way before. I was gentle and slow and comforting and she told me that it was as if a new life had begun for her. She said it was the first time that she had truly enjoyed a man being inside her. She wanted more of this, she told me. 

My 'Mia' made me laugh. She was full of joy with our new life and we talked of marriage when my divorce was finally granted. I could not have been happier. My sorrow and anger with my former wife had vanished with the wind. Mia's fear and unhappiness had gone with it. It was a perfect life for us.

Neither Mia nor I had children from our marriages. Mia wanted nothing to remind her of Ridvan. My wife, Silvana, had chosen to delay our family. It was just as well. I do not believe that she truly wanted children. It would interfere with her selfish plans. Mia wanted children with me. I learned she was thirty years old and she fretted that she would be too old if she did not conceive soon.

I knew I wanted children, but only with Anna Maria. I would imagine our perfect family. A little boy and girl, both as beautiful as their mother. I could only smile as I thought of it. It would become part of our future. 

We knew that Father Antonio would not sanction our marriage since I would be divorced. Mia was not concerned. She was satisfied with a marriage at the provincial office in Foggia. It was important only that we were together for all time. 

Mia had been using the birth control pill for many years, strictly against church doctrine. We were not regular in attendance at San Marco, our only church. Father Antonio complained of the slow decline in attendance at his church. He could not understand that the young people wanted more from their church than a list of sins. 

Our warm, sunny summer came and went with Mia and me sharing so much of ourselves. We were in love the way I always believed it should be. I had moved from my little appartamento to Mia's casa and our life was very happy. We found many ways to please each other, in our bed and in our daily life. There were many smiles between us during this time.

In November, I was informed by the court that my divorce was now granted. The cause had been determined to be abandonment and not adultery. It mattered little, since the only important thing to me was that the marriage had ended. I had torn open the envelope to read the document and I turned to Mia, picked her up in my arms and swung her around.

"Mia, Mia mine. We are free. We can marry. My divorce is now documented." I was so happy and we whirled together to show our delight. 

"Careful, my love. We have to be careful now." She said this with a curious smile and a certain look.

"Tell me, Mia. Why do we have to be careful?" I was smiling. I thought I knew the answer.

"I am with child, my wonderful man. You will be a father in June. We will have our first baby in the new century."

I do not know how I could know this, but it made my heart fly once again. 

"My god, Mia. I am so fortunate. I am so fortunate. God must surely look upon us with favor." I clasped her to me and held her in my warmth. My life was truly blessed.

We married on the Friday before Christmas. It was a simple business, but more important to us than anything could ever be. It was as if we had waited for this moment all our lives. I had tears in my eyes as the official handed us the papers that confirmed our marriage. I turned to my Mia.

"By my oath, Mia, I will protect you always and love you for eternity."

Mia's tears were slowly flowing down her face. 

"By my oath, Pietro, I will love you and care for you for all my life."

We drove home to Calva. It was the first day of our new lives, I thought. Mia had wrapped her arm around mine, holding me as closely as she dared while I drove the little automobile. I had the gift of Christmas that was more important and more desired by me than any other gift. I had my Mia. 

Epilogue:

It is September 1, 2008. Our son, Paulo, begins his second year of school today. He looks so handsome in his uniform blazer. We are so proud of him. He is very clever and is ahead of many other students. Also, he shows promise at football. Perhaps he will be a star in Serie A some day.

Next year, his beautiful sister, Isabella, will begin school. I worry about her, but my Mia scolds me that I am foolish. I think her beauty will attract so many young boys. Mia thinks I am worrying too soon. She will watch out for our daughter. 

My practice is no different. I am the only avvocato in Calva yet. I have enough work to earn a modest living that provides for my family. I purchased a new car last year. It is an Alfa Romeo 147. I am very proud of it. Mia has asked me to teach her to drive. I am wiser than that. I will send her to driver school. I will not risk my marriage in such a silly manner. 

When I think of how unhappy Mia and I once were, before we met that special day, I wonder how god understood our need. We sought only someone to love and care for. How it happened was a drama, but today, I am the happiest man in all of Italy. Mia tells me she is the most fortunate woman in Italy. We are a perfect pair. 

Finito.

My thanks to ErikThread for his helpful and prompt editing skills. I rely on his expertise and his opinion. 



Anna Maria Ch. 02



Next morning Tony wakes abruptly. Looks up to see Jill standing over him with a coffee in hand, dressed for work already.

"How did things go with Anna last night?" she says, peering at him intently.

"Oh. What do you mean?" Tony hesitates. How much does she know?

"I mean, was she ok when you took her home?" Jill says. "That's all."

"Oh," says Tony. "Yeah. She was fine. Fine," says Tony, taking the coffee and sitting up, a pillow propped behind him.

Jill sits on the edge of the bed, just looking at him, opens her mouth as if about to speak, and instead sips her own coffee. Tony drinks his too, and they sit in silence, something unspoken hanging in the air between them.

"I have to get going or I'll be late," Jill says. "Bye, call you later," and kissing him on the cheek, leaves for work.

Tony gets out of bed and heads for the kitchen, coffee in hand. He can smell Anna on his hands, and inhales deeply with his fingers to his face. He is amazed at the events of last night and feels no guilt, just a desire to see Anna again. Looking out of his kitchen window he hopes for a glimpse of her but the windows at Anna's house are closed.

He decides to shower, his body aching for Anna again. The phone rings while he's in there, and he rushes to answer it, for some reason thinking that it might be her. It isn't. It's work, wanting him to travel away this weekend on a job down south, just for one night. He sighs. Calls Jill to tell her.

"Tony, that'll work out well, I was thinking of visiting Mum this weekend," says Jill on the phone. 

So it's all arranged. Tomorrow morning, Saturday, he's leaving early for Margaret River, has to troubleshoot for someone down there. Shouldn't be too hard, but he hates travelling, alone anyway. Jill's leaving tonight and will stay with her Mum till Sunday. 

The morning passes so slowly. Tony thought he would have heard something from Anna by now, and he's been watching to see if Brad has left so he can go and talk to her, maybe hold her again, feel her against him. He doesn't have to wait much longer. He hears a knock at the door, rushes to answer it. Hoping it'll be Anna.

He isn't disappointed. She's standing there, dressed in a tight tshirt and a skirt, at his door. He smiles and pulls her inside, kisses her deeply, running his hands up the back of her shirt, feeling her soft warm back under his touch. She isn't wearing a bra, and he slides his hand around to cup her breast as his tongue finds hers. She kisses him back just as passionately, then pulls away.

"I just wanted to see you. We have to be careful, Brad knew I was out of bed last night," she says. "But I don't think he knows anything. He's going away fishing tonight, I'll be alone."

"Anna. Come with me to Margaret River tomorrow. Jill's going away and I'm going to be there till Sunday. It would be fantastic. Come with me," whispers Tony as he holds her, kissing her neck as he lifts her soft hair, tasting her skin.

"I can't," she says pulling away again. "What if Brad found out? I'd be worried," she says.

"Ok. Ok," Tony whispers into her soft ear, kissing her neck, leaning her against the wall in his hallway, running his hands over her body as he feels her go loose and sigh. "I want you again," he mutters, bending to kiss each breast.

Anna responds at first but collects herself.

"Brad is home till this afternoon, I want to but I can't do this now," she says, and smoothing her clothes back down, opens the door and leaves Tony standing there, his cock pushing against his boxers.

Tony is going crazy, can't stand the thought of going away tomorrow and Anna being alone, is trying to think of some way out of it so he can stay with her this weekend. He knows there is no escaping what he has to do though. Damn.

Slowly the afternoon passes as Tony glimpses now and then between getting ready for leaving in the morning towards Anna's house. Brad's car remains stubbornly in the driveway, and now and then he sees Brad going back and forth from the house to his car, packing gear for leaving.

Jill comes home from work at 5. She's packing now and heading straight off to her mother's place. 

"See you on Sunday Tony. Take care on the road, I'll call you ok?" she says, kissing him goodbye.

"Bye hon, you take care too ok?" he replies.

Finally he sees Brad's car backing out of the drive, a couple of hours later. He walks next door after he sees the car disappear around the corner, and knocks. No answer. He knocks again. Still nothing.

Bitterly disappointed he returns home. He was so sure he would see Anna tonight, so desperate to see her and touch her again, especially since he's leaving in the morning. He grabs a beer from the fridge, sits outside on the deck to drink it. It's getting later and he knows he needs to head to bed for his early start in the morning. Casting one last longing look at Anna's place and sighing deeply, he goes inside and heads off to bed

Dreams of Anna, how she felt, how it felt to be inside her, consuming her, tasting her. He wakes with a hardon and the image of her in front of him. Gets up early to head off.

The car is packed and Tony's ready to go. It's 5.30am and it's semi dark, the morning air is already warm. Tony climbs into his car and starts to back out of the driveway, when he looks up and sees Anna standing at the passenger side. She opens the door.

"I'm coming with you. To hell with the consequences," she smiles.

Tony feels a rush of excitement as he takes her small overnight bag and tosses it into the back seat. He is ecstatic as he drives away from his house, Anna at his side.

The drive to Margaret River is long and would have been boring had Anna not been here. As they head down the highway the sun is coming up. Anna stretches next to him. It's hard to keep his eyes on the road knowing she's there. She's wearing a long printed skirt covered in sequins, and a blue lace tanktop. Her body is lush and curvy beneath her clothes. Her hair smells like shampoo and she has on some kind of spicy smelling scent which he can't quite place. Her eyes are closed, her feet on the dash. As the sun gets higher it's getting warmer, and Anna hikes her long skirt around her thighs.

She sits up and reaches around into her bag, puts a CD into the player. It's something Tony hasn't heard before, a male's voice soaring above plaintive guitar chords. Anna lies back again, closes her eyes and hums along to the music, losing herself in it.


"Jeff Buckley," she says. "I love this CD so much, it does things to me."

Tony wishes he could close his eyes and listen but instead he tries with some difficulty to keep his eyes on the road, as Anna tilts her seat back and stretches her body, pulling up her skirt again. She seems fully aware of the effect she's having on Tony as he feels his cock stiffen, taking in the view of her sheer pink underwear peeking from beneath her skirt, her dark pubic hair clearly visible. Her breasts rise and fall beneath the thin blue singlet, her nipples erect in the car's cold airconditioning.


Anna's feet are on the dash again as she reaches for Tony's hand from the steering wheel and places it on her pubic mound. The car veers slightly as she slides his hand inside her underwear, and he feels her hot and wet labia beneath his fingers. He rubs his hand up and down her moist slit as she spreads her legs, feet on the dash, allowing him further access to her wet and inviting pussy.

"Anna if we keep this up I am going to have to pull over and fuck you," Tony says laughing, but loving feeling her pussy in his hand again. She laughs too and allows him to withdraw his hand, he can't resist sucking her juices from his fingers. She tastes divine. Anna takes over from Tony, with one eye on the road and the other on her, he watches as she slowly slides a hand inside her panties and rubs herself, running the other hand over her body, probably giving an amazing view to passing trucks and four wheel drives. Her body is heaving and her hand moves faster and faster inside her pink underwear. Tony's cock is straining at his pants as he watches the now familiar movements of Anna orgasming on his leather seats, her hand pumping against her pussy furiously, her eyes closed and the music of Jeff Buckley filling his senses along with the sight of her beautiful face and body in ecstasy.

They arrive in Margaret River. Tony loves it here, the beach, the atmosphere, the wineries, everything about it. He intends to get the work part of this weekend over as quickly as possible. He can't wait to have an entire night with Anna, it's more than he ever dreamed of.

They check into their accomodation. It's beautiful here, a chalet in the bush, one big bed, comfortable lounge area, kitchen. The bathroom is something else, with a huge spa looking out onto their own secluded area of bush. Both Anna and Tony walk around taking it all in. Anna throws her bag on the bed and jumps on it, bottom first, bouncing. Her face is flushed and happy. Tony stands there smiling at her, loving the look on her face. He drops his bags and kneels between her legs, kissing her.

"I have ninety minutes till my appointment. I know how I want to spend it," he says.

Tony lies Anna back on the bed, pushing up her skirt and pulling down her underwear. Anna sighs as she feels the air hit her hot skin. Tony parts Anna's legs and admires the view of her red hot flesh highlighted against her dark pubic hair. He kisses her inner thigh, now and then licking her from the knee to the crotch, but not yet touching her pussy. He hears her make whimpering sounds as he does so and sees the goose bumps rise on her skin. He kisses her thighs for a moment more until he moves between her legs, unable to help himself from tasting her again. He kisses her open pussy, gently probing his tongue inside her. Her juices taste so good in his mouth. She's so soft and so wet, and the smell of her is filling his senses.

He tongue fucks her and kisses her open lips at the same time. Anna moves his head to her clit which is protruding like a hot pink pearl from its hood, hard and inviting. Tony sucks it, savouring it this time, no one to interrupt as he draws it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, swirling it around, feeling Anna's body writhe and her moans of pleasure spurring him on.

He licks her pussy from base to top, loving the taste of her. Her flesh is so hot, so wet, and as he flicks his tongue over her faster now he feels her shudder, at the precise moment he feels her cumming he plunges two fingers inside her hot pussy, god it feels so good in there, he hears her gasp with the extra sensation and feels her body give way and her orgasm take her over.

Without stopping he moves to put his cock inside her. She drops her legs wide apart to receive him. She is so wet and his hard cock slides in easily. He is loving the sensation of her body beneath him, something new, she's so lush and soft. He lifts her tanktop and bra to see her luscious breasts pressed beneath his hard chest.

The sensations going through his body are incredible. Her pussy feels so tight as she wraps her legs around his body, tightening her grip around him as he pumps his cock long and hard in and out of her. He bends to kiss and suck her soft neck, tasting her sweat and scent, licking her skin. He feels her hands rake down his back to his buttocks where she exterts pressure for him to pump her harder.

"Fuck me harder Tony, I want you to cum inside me," she breathes, and this spurs him on to make his thrusts fast, his hips are moving wildly as he feels her hot wet flesh around his cock, harder and faster and he can't hold on now the sensations are too much, he cums inside her, collapses against her.

They both sleep entwined for a few minutes as Tony realises he has to be at his appointment. 

"I'll be about two hours ok?" he whispers to Anna as she still sleeps. "You enjoy it here and I promise you I will be back very very soon," he says.

Anna opens one eye to smile at him, then turns and falls back to sleep.

The appointment goes well, Tony manages to sort a lot out in the time given, and promises to check in again with them in the morning before he leaves. He's always good at what he does but somehow having Anna nearby revivifies him, gives him more energy and makes him able to get things done much faster. Amazing.

Tony's excited as he approaches their chalet again. It's mid afternoon, he's had Anna on his mind the whole time he's been gone.

He walks in. Anna has closed all the blinds, lit teelights everywhere. She's sitting at the table with a feast spread in front of her and two glasses of red. 

"I went shopping," she says. "Shops are in walking distance."

She's prepared feta cheese, olives, bread, dried figs, grapes. Food never looked so good. She's wearing her kimono robe again and she stands, raises a glass to Tony's lips. The wine is a rich red and he feels it slide so easily down his throat. Anna scoops some feta and an olive and presses the food to his lips. Tony has never been hungrier, and devours it. Anna picks up a grape, puts it into her mouth and kisses Tony deeply, transferring it to his mouth. She takes a sip of her wine and does the same. The wine is intoxicating coming from her. He takes her in his arms, sliding his hands inside the robe, picking up the tray of food with one hand and holding her with the other as he kisses her. Anna takes the glasses and they head to the bedroom.

She's outdone herself with the candles in here too. The room looks beautiful. They feed each other tidbits from the tray, taking the food and wine from each other's mouths, until it's all gone. Tasting each other's skin with each bite. Anna puts the tray and glasses on the floor, and lies Tony down. She unbuttons his shirt and removes his tie, and slowly unbuttons his pants, removing his shoes and socks, sliding his pants and boxers down. His cock is hard and springs free. He is amazed at how many erections he can attain with this woman, how many times he can cum, this hasn't happened to him for years and he didn't know it was possible. 

Anna slides her own robe from her shoulders, and once again Tony is treated to a full view of her nakedness, her contours and curves so generous as she sits above him. She reaches to the bedside for a bottle of massage oil, and tips some into her palm.

It's a sweet and heady scent, and Tony closes his eyes as she rubs the oil onto his temples, her hands working it into his skin there. He wants to open his eyes to look at her but it's so relaxing and arousing at the same time.

Anna moves her hands from his face to his chest, kissing his eyes as she goes. He feels her warm soft breasts press against his body as she does so, the oil sliding over his skin, her hands caressing every part of him. He wants to reach his hands up to touch her but he can't. She works the oil into his arms, down to his fingertips, rubbing each one between her own fingers, then works her hands back up his arms, down his chest, his belly. His cock is aching as he feels her straddle his leg. Her pussy is wet and open against his thigh. She's working her hands down further now. Running them down each thigh but never touching his cock which is aching, aching for her touch. She moves right down to his feet, caresses and rubs each toe, then moves back, mounting his thigh again and rubbing her pussy up and down its hardness.

Tony opens his eyes now as Anna pauses. She's applying oil to herself now, massaging into her breasts and belly, reaching his hand to massage her wet pussy. Both her own hands rub copious amounts of oil into her breasts. The sight of this nearly sends Tony over the edge as he lies there watching her.

Anna gets off the bed now and kneels at the edge, pulling Tony to a sitting position. She kneels between his legs, taking her slickly oiled soft breasts and wrapping them completely around his hard cock. Tony is in awe, he has never experienced anything like this. He puts his hands on her shoulders as she pumps his cock tightly between her generous mounds, moving her body up and down, his balls almost encompassed by them too. She bends her dark head to take the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking it hard as she slides his aching member in and out of the deep cleft between her succulent tits.

Tony's suffering a sensory overload. He's groaning and whimpering and his body is shaking.The sight of Anna's tits around his purple cock is making him crazy, and the sensations making it harder and harder to hold on anymore. His hands are pressing harder into her shoulders as she wraps her flesh tighter around him, he can't help thrusting into her, she's sucking his cock head so hard now as he feels his balls tighten, and just as he thinks he is going to cum in her mouth she withdraws, pulls back, and he shoots his cum all over her beautiful breasts. The sight of his cum all over her is amazing, so unexpected.

She stands and kisses him, rubbing her slick chest against him. 

"I've run the spa, think we might need it?" she laughs, and he watches her from behind as she walks to the bathroom, puts one leg over into the spa and gets in. He follows...of course!

The afternoon goes on as they stay in the spa, adding more hot water as it cools, Anna leaning back against his body. Everything feels perfect. This amazing woman he never wants to let go of. He has her all to himself for one whole night, still. Her long dark hair rests against his chest, the top of her head resting lazily against him, his hands wrapped around her, both enveloped in warmth.

The night has never seemed so exciting. Tony can't wait to sleep all night next to Anna. Tomorrow they'll hit the wineries, he wants to show her his favourite ones. He wants to make love to Anna on the beach. He wants to consume her, as she is consuming him. Fully. Knows this isn't the end.



Anna Maria Ch. 03



The spa drained, Anna and Tony wrap themselves in the huge towels provided and head to the candle lit bedroom. Tony is gazing at Anna's body as she dries herself, rubbing the towel everywhere.

"Let me dry you," he says, taking the towel from her. Anna stands looking at Tony as he gently rubs her dry, her arms, breasts, belly, and moving down to her legs, he even more gently rubs the towel between them, fluffing her wet and curly soft hair. He bends and kisses her neck while he dries her, and Anna sighs. While she climbs into the bed Tony dries himself quickly and throwing his towel over a chair gets into bed beside her.

"I should give Jill a quick call. It's 8pm," says Tony. "And maybe you should call Brad, just to make sure things are ok."

"You go ahead, but I'm not calling him," says Anna. "He'll be drunk by now anyway and won't even notice."

Tony calls Jill, lets her know everything's ok. Things are fine with her too but he detects a tone in her voice. At this point in time he isn't concerned, can't keep his eyes off Anna lying next to him in the bed, her warmth pressing against his leg.

It's so early, but they turn off the light. Anna lies on her side, and Tony spoons her from behind. Her body feels so satiny soft against him. Lightly he runs his hand over her buttock, feeling the soft resilience of her skin beneath his touch. His mouth is on her neck and he kisses her there, sucking and biting at the skin. He raises her body slightly to lever his arm beneath her, so he can hold both her breasts in his hands. Anna sighs as Tony massages and kneads her flesh, her nipples rising in the palms of his hands. Tony's cock is hardening again, he's had time to recover from before. He feels his cock press against the crack of her arse, and can't help moving his hips back and forth against her. 

Anna's hair is a dark tangle in Tony's face, so sweet smelling and soft, he is luxuriating in it. Her body moves in front of him as he continues to massage her full breasts, they're spilling over his hands and he rakes his palms across her taut nipples. Moving his pinned arm across both her breasts he continues to stroke his hand on both nipples, squeezing her breasts together as his other hand moves down, down her full belly and between her thighs. He hears her moan as he parts her labia and strokes her there. Her body moves back and forth, his cock still between her cheeks, as he strokes her clit and both her nipples under his palm at once.

His mouth is dry but he continues sucking at her neck, can see the delicate skin there rising in a purple bruise but he doesn't stop, she's murmuring now as he groans and muffles his mouth against her skin. Anna's pushing back against his cock which is bursting now, hard against her soft arse.

Her pussy is wet on his fingers, as he strokes the soft slick flesh there, pulling back the hood on her clit and moving his fingers in a circular motion, slowly and rhythimically as he moves his palms across her breasts. Anna turns her head and he kisses her deeply, his tongue inside her mouth, searching and finding hers, intertwining in time with the slow movements of his fingers on her clitoris.

Tony feels Anna ready to cum so stops his movements there just for a moment. She moans in protest but he pauses, just holding his hand there until her urgency subsides a little, then begins to move again. Anna pushes back against Tony's cock again, and he spreads her legs slightly with one knee. She bends her leg at an angle, and he guides his cock inside her pussy from behind.

He sighs as he feels his raging hardon taking the now familiar journey into Anna's divine pussy. Again she is hot and slick, and he feels her move and hears her moan as he thrusts ever so slowly in and out of her. His pinned hand continues to massage her breasts, moving to one then the other, now and then she assists him by squeezing her breasts together so he can just reach both nipples. He increases the speed and pressure on her hard hot clitoris as he slides his cock deeply inside her, loving the feeling of her soft round arse cheeks against him, sucking and kissing at her neck.

The hand stroking Anna's clit now reaches behind and with lube from her wet pussy, Tony slides his finger gently inside Anna's arsehole. She jumps a little at first then relaxes, enjoying the sensation of Tony's cock and finger sliding in unison in and out of her body. Her hand takes over from Tony's as she rubs her clitoris, harder now.

Tony's thrusts in and out of Anna's pussy become harder now as his passion rises. He feels as if he belongs inside her, wants his whole body in there, her core. His cock feels alive inside the raging heat of her pussy, and his finger slides in and out slowly of her tight arsehole, the ring of muscle gripping and resisting as Anna relaxes and pushes back against him.

Both their movements become faster now, Tony's hard prick pumping harder now as Anna pushes her whole body back against him. She's rubbing her clit furiously now as he continues to stroke her breasts, kiss her neck, fuck her harder and faster, his cock in her juicy pussy, his finger sliding in and out of her anus. He feels her start to cum and gives a huge thrust as his own climax gathers and tightens his balls. Anna groans and shudders, cums time and time again and Tony can't hold on now, he lets go again, feeling his sperm drain and shoot from his swollen balls deep inside Anna. He wraps both arms around her, his cock still inside her.

They sleep, Tony doesn't know how long. The best sleep he's had in years, though the whole time he is fully aware of Anna beside him, the full length of his body pressed against her, his arms holding her as if he let go she would disappear.

Tony wakes, with a start. Turns and looks at the clock. It's 3am and Anna is sitting bolt upright in bed, just staring at him.

"What's wrong Anna," he stutters, struggling to wake enough to speak.

Anna says nothing, just continues to look at him, her black eyes huge in the darkness, the green digital clock reflected in their intensity. She lies back down next to him.

They start to talk. Tony tells Anna about his relationship with Jill, which he thought was ok but spending time with Anna, he's realising how much more he needs. He talks about his family, his childhood, his semi retirement. All the time Anna says nothing but watches him intently.

"What about you Anna," Tony says. "I want to know everything about you. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met. I want to know it all."

"There isn't much to tell really," Anna says hesitantly. "Bad childhood, Brad's family took me in, and we ended up married. I kind of feel a responsibility to him, maybe even love him in a way. But I know he isn't the one for me."

"That's obvious Anna," says Tony, shaking his head. "You shouldn't feel you are responsible for anyone though."

"Well, I decided that I'd do what makes me happy," she says. "And being here, with you, that makes me happy."

"Me too, you have no idea how much," he replies.

They lie in bed for a while awake until both doze, and don't wake until it's light.

Anna's up first, surprising Tony. She's dressed alluringly in a black halter swimsuit, a kind of two piece thing, with a sarong wrapped around her. "Let's go to the beach early. It's so hot, and I want to swim with you," she says.

Who is Tony to disagree? While he gets into his bathers Anna packs breakfast, croissants and a thermos of coffee. They pack a bag and head for Tony's favourite beach.

The drive isn't far, and this morning Anna is lighthearted and smiling, a contrast to how she seemed in the early hours. The beach carpark is almost empty, at this time of morning only surfers around catching the mild waves.

Tony parks the car and Anna jumps out, grabbing the bag and skipping off down the path through the dunes to the beach.

The beach here is perfect, which is one of the reasons Tony loves it. Jill is pale and hates the beach, Tony used to surf as a young man and has always been passionate about the ocean.

The sand is white and neverending, no seaweed. The water is already blue and crystal clear and the waves lap gently onto the beach. Anna finds a spot, there's no one around save for two surfers and a man walking his dog up the beach a bit.

"God I love the beach," says Anna, stretching out on her towel. Her hair is spread around her, haloing her head in darkness, a contrast to the stark whiteness of the sand. She closes her eyes and Tony lies down next to her, soaking in the already hot warmth of the sun, feeling it penetrate the skin on his belly.

Tony sits up and takes the sunscreen from the bag, rubbing it into his palms and onto his torso. Anna squints up at him, opening one eye and watching.

"You need some too," laughs Tony and dabs some on the end of her nose. His hand moves down to the bare skin of her neck and chest, and he drips more sunscreen onto her breasts, rubbing it in and letting his fingers graze her nipples now and then, which are clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her bather top.

Tony's hand moves down further to Anna's belly, pushing up the stretchy fabric of her tankini and smoothing sunscreen there, a pool of it forming in her belly button, which he dips his finger into and smooths around. His other hand rubs cream over her thighs, starting at her smooth ankles and working his way to her thighs, allowing his hand to brush across her pubic area. He feels his cock beginning to strain at the crotch of his boardshorts, a now familiar feeling anytime he touches looks or even thinks of Anna.

"Let's swim!" Anna says unexpectedly, and jumps up, running down towards the water. Tony sits for a moment enjoying the sight of her rump bouncing in her bather bottoms, her hair streaming wildly behind her. He can't resist following her and runs down to the water after her.

It's freezing but Anna dives under for a long time into the surf, emerging dripping and smiling. Tony laughs, wading in gingerly, his cock still obviously hard until the cold water reaches its level and forces it down.

Anna laughs and splashes him. She jumps on his back and pushes him under, going under with him. Tony's eyes are closed against the cold salty water but he feels Anna's mouth close on his underwater, her tongue fat and hot pushing between his cold lips, warming his body all over.

Tony comes up spluttering, and grabs for Anna, her body warm and slippery in the freezing ocean. Her breasts are floating in front of him in the buoyant water, and he dips his head to suck at her nipple, pushing aside the fabric of her costume.

Anna holds Tony's head there for a moment and reaches down to the crotch of his boardies. His prick is stiff again of course, and she rips apart the velcro and reaches inside for it. The water is achingly cold but her warm hands grip it tight.

Anna pumps it up and down for a few moments while Tony flicks his tongue over her nipples, but the cold is becoming too much for them both.

"Anna, I want to fuck you in the sand dunes. Now!" he mutters into her ear.

They swim back to shore together and wade out of the surf. Anna looks delicious dripping wet and Tony stops to admire her coming out of the water.

They run up the beach hand in hand. There are a few more people around now but Tony finds a spot between two dunes. Anna kneels in the sand and Tony tears off her bather top, her breasts glistening in the morning sun, rivulets of water running from her hair over their fullness. Tony embraces her pressing his hairy chest against her softness, kissing her deeply.

They kiss for a while as Tony's erection springs to action again, the water drying on his skin. Anna bends on her hands and knees as Tony pulls down her bather bottoms, her round white arse exposed in the sun. He can see tops of people's heads walking past the dunes but he doesn't care, neither does Anna.

Tony shoves his boardies down around his knees, kneeling behind he leans down and runs his tongue over her pussy exposed from behind, then without missing a beat slides his cock once again inside her.

He knows they don't have much time so there's no going slow. Anna bucks back against him as he fucks her hard and fast, feeling his balls slap against her pussy, gripping her arse hard as he fucks her in and out, loving the grip of her muscles on him.

Anna's tits are brushing the sand leaving furrows as he continues to pump his hard cock in and out of her. 

"Slap my arse Tony," says Anna, and he slaps her gently, leaving just a faint red mark on her skin, this fuels her to buck against him again. Her hair is trailing down her back and he holds it, her head pulls back towards him as she moans and pushses against him.

Harder and faster he fucks her, his cock on fire, knowing anyone could see but not caring, his balls slapping Anna wildly, one hand full of her hair, the other full of her arse cheek, squeezing it and slapping it now and then until he can't hold back again, he's cumming, pumping furiously into her as she collapses on her elbows into the sand.

They don't have time to stay that way, the beach is getting more crowded and they're bound to be discovered so they quickly pull their bathers back on and arm in arm head back to lie down on their towels.

"Oh god Tony. I've never fucked on the beach before," says Anna.

"Me neither Anna, I have sand everywhere. Want to swim again?" laughs Tony.

They head down to the ocean again for a rinse off but now too many people are around, so after a few they decide to get going.

In the car on the way back Tony looks at Anna. Her eyes are closed and the music is playing again on the stereo, this time "Feeling Good" by Muse, which Anna hums along to beatifically.

Tony wants to shower, with Anna preferably, and he's starving, their croissants untouched in the bag. He wants to dress her up, take her to his favourite places. To lunch at a winery. Drink some amazing red, maybe try some mead, bring some back to their chalet. Make the most of what time they have left together today.

Anna looks like she's asleep. Tony whispers under his breath to her.

"You are mindblowing. Amazing."



Anna Maria Ch. 04



After their trip to the beach Anna and Tony are both hot, tired and covered with sand. They flop down into chairs, smiling at each other and brushing sand off onto the carpet.

"I've got sand in places I didn't even know I had," says Anna, smiling. Tony just smiles back. Thoughts keep entering his head about what will happen when they return to Forest Glen later today, he doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want this day to end and doesn't want to see Jill.

As if his thoughts have been read he receives a text message from Jill. Anna glances up as Tony's phone beeps. He reads the message out loud, Jill saying she's staying on another night with her Mum and she'll see him tomorrow.

"Maybe I'll send Brad a message. I know he wouldn't even be aware I'm away, but I'll just see what time he's going to be back tonight," Anna has that strange intense look in her eyes again. Tony feels her drift.

"Are you ok. Do you think it's going to be ok when you get back Anna?" says Tony.

"Don't worry about it," she replies, taking her phone and going into the other room.

Tony gives her space for a few minutes, then goes into the bedroom and finds her sitting on the bed holding her phone, just staring out the window. She doesn't look at him and continues to stare.

Tony drops to his knees in front of her, turning her face to his. Abruptly she grabs his face and kisses him deeply, her tongue in his mouth, moving round to his ear, where she whispers "I don't want this to end," Tony detects a slight sob in her voice as she says so but she doesn't stop there, kissing his neck and ears and guiding his hand between her legs where she's wet and warm.

His hand rubs her slit just gently, in under the gusset of her bathing costume. He lifts her to her feet and guides her to the bathroom, running hot water in the shower. She stands there and allows him to undress her, sliding her pants down, pulling off her top. Her skin is so salty and sandy, crystals reflecting on her breasts and belly. Tony feels his erection rising again just looking at her, feeling her soft warm skin under his hands as he undresses her. He slides his own shorts off and they step into the shower together.

They stand just letting the water run over their skin for a while, Tony unable to take his eyes off Anna, looking so luscious with rivulets of water gliding down her throat, running down her breasts, a waterfall cascading off each nipple. Anna pulls him in close and holds him to her, sliding her hands over his back, his erection pressed against her soft round belly. She reaches for the soap and lathers it in the palm of her hand, soaping Tony all over his back, then around to his chest, lathering more in the hair there, then sliding slowly down to his belly, lower still to his cock which again is so hard.

Tony's legs feel weak again, the sensation of Anna's hands on him and her body pressed so close to him are too much. He pushes her gently back against the tiled wall and kisses her again, his lips enclosing hers completely and his teeth just grazing her tongue. He feels her breathing change as his mouth explores hers. He moves his head once again to her breasts, takes each stiffening nipple in turn in his mouth, the water gushing over his head and into his mouth as he does so, her breasts so soft and hot under his touch. Anna holds his head there as he sucks harder, this feels so familiar now and he just doesn't get sick of it, could stay here all day. 

Anna lifts one leg and pulls him to her, wrapping her thigh around his hip. She holds Tony's cock and guides it inside her, just slides it in. Tony sighs again at how hot and wet she is inside, where he's been not long before when fucking her in the sand. He doesn't move his hips but just keeps his cock buried inside her as she clenches the muscles of her pussy around him. 

Anna's leaning up against the wall just gripping Tony's hard cock inside her. They still don't move, but he reaches a hand down to find her erect clit, and begins to rub it slowly in circles, feeling her legs buckle as he does. Tony suckles at Anna's neck once again. Her breathing is becoming shallower now as she just rubs her clit and keeps his cock buried hard inside her, making his movements faster now, wanting her to cum more than he wants to cum himself, to see and feel her shudder in ecstasy is all he wants. The water running fast and hot over them both he feels her hips start to move but keeps his still, just the hot rod of his cock filling her inside, his fingers wildly rubbing her clit and his mouth latched to her neck, knowing she's close, feeling her shake, till she throws her head back and with a gasp and a moan holds his head tight and cums, her pussy gripping his hardon over and over, feeling her orgasm with his flesh tightly encased inside her, till shuddering she falls back against the wall.

He withdraws his cock with some effort from her but tells her "I want to save this for you, I want to be hard for longer," whispers in her ear.

His erection remains as he and Anna soap each other more then finish in the shower, and dry each other after.

As Tony dresses his cock is aching, it's leaking gallons of precum but for some reason it was more important to him just now that Anna cums. He wants to let it build, knowing how explosive it will be later. Anna eyes his erection longingly but Tony just smiles as they dress.

"I want to take you somewhere for lunch, have some wine with you, somewhere nice," he says.

"I'd love to," Anna smiles.

On the drive to the winery Anna is pensive, staring out the window. Her phone goes off and she reads the message, but doesn't tell Tony what's in it. He knows it's Brad though and knows she must be feeling as he does, not wanting to return to reality and what is waiting for them both.

Anna looks gorgeous in a red dress with thin straps, tight across the top with a swirly skirt and high heels, her hair still damp cascading over her shoulders. Tony's in jeans and a white shirt. Her breasts look so full and inviting in the red fabric, her dark hair such a contrast against her skin and the crimson dress.

They park the car and walk across the gravel carpark, Anna stumbling slightly in her heels, Tony holding her hand and feeling the gaze of a group of men turn to Anna. Again she seems oblivious to this and just holds Tony's hand tightly as they enter through the cellar door.

Anna has a love of red wine just as Tony does. They try every variety they can, Tony remembering he has to drive and trying not to overdo it. Just being with Anna is intoxicating enough. Anna loves the Merlot and Tony buys a mixed half dozen.

"When we get back to Forest Glen we can share these. Jill only drinks white!" Tony winks.

"I don't want to think about going back," says Anna. "I'm starving. Let's have lunch."

They head to the restaurant where the young waiter leads them to a table, ogling Anna's cleavage as he does so. The restaurant is full and rowdy, a jazz band playing in the corner and a few people on the dance floor.

Tony again notices men gazing at Anna but still she pays no attention, it's fully focused on him.

"Anna I have to ask, do you notice how often men look at you while you're out?" Tony says smiling.

"I know. It's fine but I'm not interested. Course I like being admired but I only want you," she says. "I can turn it on more if you want to see."

Tony's fascinated. He looks at Anna and something in her expression changes. She catches the eye of a man about her own age who's sitting with his family but watching her the whole time. Anna holds his gaze and he's mesmerised. She leans forward in her seat and a strap falls from her shoulder, the half globe of her succulent breast exposed. The man's gaze flickers south to look for a moment. It's almost a cartoon moment as his mouth hangs half open, his eyes glazed and his tongue touching his lips. 

Anna holds his gaze again and slowly slides the strap back onto her shoulder. The man's wife notices him ogling, glares at Anna and thumps his shoulder. Anna's expression changes again and she looks back at Tony. The spell's broken.

"See," she says. "But I only want you."

"God Anna that was amazing. You're amazing," Tony says not for the first time. "You could have any man, why me?"

"I saw something in you that's so familiar, so enticing, I feel I know you, sounds weird I know, but..."

"No it's not weird at all," Tony says.

The waiter comes to take their orders. Anna orders Turkish bread and dips for both of them, just what Tony would order. They order a seafood platter to share, and some of the winery's own red.

Tony loves to watch Anna eat, she puts almost as much passion into eating as she does into making love. He is watching her pink tongue come out of her mouth and lick juices from her lips, stopping now and then to gulp wine. He can't help thinking about her mouth on his body, her hands while they break bread stimulating his skin.

It's so arousing to watch her eat and she in turn watches him. Tony feels her foot come up between his legs where his cock is hardening already. Anna continues to eat as her foot still in its shoe explores his crotch. Tony gulps his wine trying to maintain composure as Anna shifts her chair around next to his, noticing the same man as before watching them.

Anna's thigh is pressing against Tony's now as she takes his hand and slides it up her skirt. Tony gasps as he finds her uncovered pussy beneath it so warm and wet still, and she slides his finger down her slit. Tony tries to protest knowing they're being watched but Anna won't let go of his hand. She manoevers his finger inside her, sliding her body forward slightly on her chair, and he feels his finger enter her pussy to the hilt.

He finger fucks her under the table for a while, watching her continue to sip her wine and above the level of the table behave normally. Tony doesn't know what can be seen below but he can't resist the soft resilience of Anna's hot and wet vagina clasping his finger. Suddenly Anna reaches down to withdraw his hand, and puts it to her mouth, sucking each finger one by one, in full view of whoever's watching. Tony almost loses it at the sensation of Anna's mouth sucking her own juices from his fingers.

Anna stops and takes another gulp of wine, smiling at Tony. Tony notices the man who was watching get up abruptly, his napkin covering his crotch, staring at Anna red faced as he walks past hurriedly, Anna still only paying attention to Tony as he does so.

"Oh god Anna," whispers Tony in disbelief. "I thought you - or I - were going to cum there and then."

"I just wanted you to touch me here and now," she answers.

Tony is so in awe of her and kind of feels sorry for the man at the other table as he sees him return some moments later even more red faced to his wife and family. He still stares at Anna as they finish their lunch and pay the bill. Anna pays him no attention but just stands close to Tony as they settle.

It's getting late in the afternoon and Tony knows it'll soon be time to head back. He doesn't want to let go just yet, and as soon as they arrive back at their room he presses Anna against the wall and kisses her, running a hand up her bare thigh and feeling her soft bum under his hand.

"God I just..." he starts but she stops him with a kiss.

Anna unbuckles Tony's jeans and drops them to the floor. She slides down the wall and hikes up her skirt, her pussy red and glistening through her dark hair. Tony's head dips between her legs to taste her again, her thighs locked around his shoulders as his tongue flicks over her clit, now and then exploring her inside, tasting her salty and sweet creamy juices. He just wants to stay here forever, and licks her pussy with wild abandon as if it's the last time his tongue will take this journey.

Anna cums explosively, squirting juices into Tony's mouth for the first time which he swallows gladly. Her head is thrown back against the wall and her skirt is up around her waist, juices running down her thighs. Tony has never seen a sexier sight as she urges him "fuck me, fuck me," so he does, his cock raging now, hoisting her legs around him and entering her quickly.

So wet and easily sliding in, he kneels and fucks her once again, loving the feeling of being inside her, loving her intense cries and moans as she holds her thighs locked so tight around him. He knows after the shower this morning he won't be able to hold on long, he tries to keep his movements slow and shallow but she just drives him in so deep, they both feel so frantic now and he can't help fucking her hard, just wants his whole body inside her, his balls slapping against her and her body tight against his.

Tony can't hold on for long as with several hard long strokes he feels himself start to cum in time with Anna again, they are so in sync, she grips him hard and calls his name as she cums, his balls contracting up into his body as he in turn cums wildly inside her, pulsing and shuddering with each spasm, over and over.

They don't move for a while, he on his knees in her, her bent up against the wall, holding him, he thinks she's sobbing but she won't let him look at her, her face is buried against him.

Moments or hours pass and finally they move, composing themselves and rearranging their clothes. They start straightening up the room and packing things away.

The journey home is difficult and they don't talk much, both knowing what the other is thinking.

"This doesn't have to be the last time Anna," Tony says, and she nods, just listening once again to her CD as they speed along the South West highway.

Tony feels tangible pain at going home, thank god Jill won't be there. He needs time and space to think, doesn't even know what he wants anymore. Or what Anna wants. She still has to face Brad.

It's dark when they arrive home. Jill's car of course is absent from the driveway. She isn't in the habit of spending a lot of time with her mother, Tony knows she isn't ready to come home. He knows she knows something. Brad's car is there, the roofrack still stacked with fishing gear, along with a couple of other cars. Anna seems relieved.

"Great, his mates are still there. He'll be three sheets to the wind no doubt," she smiles sadly at Tony.

"Anna this weekend was amazing, and I'll never forget it." Tony holds her face in his hand and kisses her.

Anna says nothing, but stares at Tony and smiles a little. Her gaze is intense again and holds Tony's. She reaches for her bag, and kisses him on the forehead, jumping out of the car and walking up her driveway.

Tony sighs, parks his car, goes inside. He catches a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror. He's a changed man, he looks younger, his eyes are glittering.

He throws his bags on the bed and sits for a while, mulling over the events of the weekend, just thinking of Anna and how much his life has changed in the last few days. This time last week 

he didn't even know her.

He flops backwards onto the bed and sleeps.

Some hours later he wakes to the sound of his phone going off, a message from Jill saying she hopes he got home safely and that she'll see him tomorrow. He sighs, heads to the kitchen, deciding to open one of the bottles he bought in Margaret River.

It's hot outside still even though it's close to midnight. He goes out on the deck and sits, drink in hand, inhaling the fragrance of the eucalypts and the rich smell of the merlot in his hand. Anna's house is in darkness again, cars still in the driveway.

He peers out into his backyard, sensing movement there. Wishful thinking, he thinks. But his eyes adjust to the darkness, and there, not in his imagination, is Anna, standing once again in his garden, looking up at him. 

Tony stands, raising his glass to her as she walks up to the deck.



Anna, Martina & I



Anna Kournikova and Martina Hingis had just finished a hard tennis match. Due to a screw up with the organizers, both the sweaty girls had to share a single dressing room. Martina followed Anna down the corridor after the match to the dressing room. 

In there, Anna who had lost the match started throwing her racket and her shoes as she pouted. Martina who had no love loss for the Russian beauty turned round as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and told Anna to grow up and not be a sore loser. Anna pulled her tight top over her head as well, exposing her sports bra as she told Martina to mind her own business. 

Martina stripped off her skirt leaving herself in her white bra and panties. "Bitch" murmured Martina under her breath but she said it too loud and Anna heard that. 

Anna still wearing her cycling shorts approached Martina and said "what?" 

"Nothing!" snapped Martina. 

"I heard you, you fat cow" said Anna to Martina. Martina turned round to face Anna both girls still sweaty from the match. 

"Fuck you, you slut!" replied Martina to Anna. 

"Fuck yourself you fat bitch!" said Anna pushing Martina with both hands in the chest. 

With a cry of rage, Martina leaped at Anna grabbing two handfuls of blonde hair and Anna replied the favor grabbing one of Martina's bra straps and a handful of hair. Martina pulled Anna's blonde hair forcing Anna's head back and Anna to look at the ceiling. Anna yanked on Martina's dark locks and pulled her bra strap, the bra cutting into Martina's fleshy body. As the girls jostled for position, they traded insults basically spitting in each others faces. Martina felt one side of her panties ride up her ass, exposing her meaty right ass cheek.

I was working as a ball boy and had the good fortune to be passing their dressing room at this point and heard the cries of pain and anger from the dressing room. Without thinking, I entered and what a sight greeted my eyes. Martina in her sweat soaked white bra and panties, the material becoming translucent and her dark nipples and her dark patch of public fur on show. Her right ass cheek was exposed as that side of her panties had gone up her ass. Anna was in her sports bra with her nipples poking through, sweat pouring down her flat stomach into her cycling shorts. Being hot blooded and not thinking, my prick hardened at the sight and I just whipped all eight inches out, rubbing it back and forth as I watch the girls fight.

Suddenly, Anna caught sight of me and stopped tugging at Martina and Martina automatically stopped as well to look at me. 

Fuck, I was in trouble now, I though. Instead, the girls just looked at my hard dick and then looked at each other. Anna dropped her hands and started massaging Martina's tits through her bra, Martina dropping her hands to do the same to Anna. Thinking that opportunities like this never came about, I approached both girls putting one hand on each girls ass and started squeezing. Martina released Anna's tits and using two hands got a grip on my prick and started jacking it. I put my hand on her head and pushed her to her knees and she took my prick in her mouth and what a feeling. 

In the meantime I started French kissing Anna and she reached round to draw my t-shirt over my head. I grabbed her bra and pulled it over her head exposing her pert tits. I bent over and started sucking the already hard nipples as Martina continued slobbering over my prick. She had been salivating since she saw it out of my pants, and now that her tongue was lapping at my cock, her sucking was wonderfully sloppy. Drool was sloshing out of her stretched lips as she pumped my meat in and out of her mouth. When my balls hit her chin and my pubic hair tickled her nose the sloppy bitch was gurgling her spit all over her face and my body. I was stunned. What a cock sucker! I had never seen a chick take it all, much less with this kind of wild enthusiasm! This one was an animal! Martina held the base of my dick with both hands as she stuffed it in and out of her now contorted face. Martina was moaning and slurping as she drooled and sucked on my schlong. Her chocolate eyes were no longer sparkling with tease and wit--they were slutty and wild. It was obvious she was gone, just like that. The pressure was incredible and I knew I would not last long at this rate. 

I quickly pulled down Anna's cycling shorts and panties in one go and had her sit on the bench. I pulled my wet dick out of Martina's mouth and got her to take off her panties, showing her matted pubic fur. Anna leaned back against the wall and with one hand stroked her tit and the other rubbed her now wet slit. Martina was still on her knees and I pushed her head down into Anna's groin. Her head fought me for a split second and then Anna put both hands on Martina's head pushing her face down into Anna's hot sweaty wet cunt. Anna groaned as Martina gave up and plunged her tongue into Anna's wet slit. 

As I approached Martina's wagging ass, she felt my hands on her and tried to look back at me. Her face was so deep in Anna's cunt that she couldn't turn all the way and Anna was now holding her by the hair anyway. She tried to reach back to grab my prick and say something but the only sound that escaped her distended lips was a thick, loud gurgle. She waved her arms toward me as I positioned my dick against her drenched pussy and spread her puffy lips with my bulbous head. 

At the instant I had her lips spread, I plunged that thing as deep into her burning pussy as I could. The slouchy sound of my entry was drowned out by Martina's loudest gurgly groan. Her watery eyes rolled into the back of her head with the pleasure! I began slamming her like the slut she was, my hands holding her fleshy flanks as they shook from my thrusts. 

Anna's eyes opened at the sudden shift in Martina's motion. Martina's fantastic, tonguing, pulsing mouth never stopped working on Anna's wet cunt despite the pounding she was getting from me. Martina yelped as each slap stung down on her reddening ass. She just kept her face licking at Anna's cunt and was amazed to feel Anna's scalding orgasm blast hit her mouth. 

"ARGGGGHHHH!!" Anna cried out as she came against Martina's face. 

I kept slamming and smacking Martina, rhythmically bumping her chin into Anna's cunt. I was overcome with lust too! I felt like an animal there behind this bitch-slut as she sucked and fucked us both. She was slamming her ass back at me each time I was thrusting into her and this was driving me crazy! Her asshole was opening and closing as I shoved my dick into her. Her thick pussy lips were clutching at my cock while I rammed her, not wanting to let go of my enormous head as I would withdraw from her depths. I stared at her winking asshole, all covered in her juices as I fucked her. Her back was shiny with her sweat. I suddenly quit smacking the slut and grabbed both her hips, pulling my cock out of her drippy, loosened twat. I aimed my dick head and with one hard thrust of my hips slammed my prick up her ass. I felt a rush of triumph as I shoved my turgid head past her tight wrinkles and all the way into Martina's ass! It was the tightest thing I had ever felt around my dick and far hotter than her pussy. She groaned loudly but remained on her hands and knees, naked, with Anna's wet cunt inches away from her face, and my prick lodged all the way up her tight asshole. She gasped for breath and pounded the floor with her right hand. 

My eyes soaked up the view of Martina's gorgeous, fleshy ass cheeks parted by the shaft of my cock and I screamed in ecstasy. Martina's eyes were closed and her mouth opened as she tried to adjust to the sensation of being stuck like a pig up the ass. After countless fast and furious plunges into Martina's tight ass, I hauled my dick out of her and blew cum all over her quivering backside. I sprayed and sprayed, thick globs splotching all over her flesh and her reddened ass cheeks. The largest spurt landed in her crack and oozed into her asshole and down into her gaping pussy. It dripped onto her solid legs and down to the backs of her knees. I groaned and slumped back onto my heels, listless with pleasure. Anna laughed and Martina shuddered. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she tried to refocus.

Amazingly, my prick, all shiny and wet with Martina's juices did not go down. The scene was too great and my prick stayed hard. Anna looked at my prick and when I saw her looking, lust in her eyes, my prick twitched by itself. Martina slumped down on her back, head against the bench as she watched us, one hand rubbing a tit and the other rubbing her bushy cunt. 

I got up and went toward Anna who was lying on the bench. I pulled her sweaty body to me and inhaled her body odor deeply, licking her tits and moving down between her legs and buttocks, tasting her as no other would have, and boy did she taste good. 

I slid Anna toward the end of the bench, and lifting her legs in the air, I plunged my cock into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she cried. "That feels so good. Fuck me.. yeah..." she said. 

With her legs in the air I was able to bury my cock to the hilt with every stroke. Anna almost howled each time the head banged into her cervix. I was still hot and desperate and the pace of my fucking was relentless. She kept sliding back on the bench from the force of the strokes, finally she gripped the end of the bench to hold herself in place. I fucked Anna's exhausted body and made sure that the session went on for many minutes as I had just cum before. 

Martina now had her fingers up her twat, mixing my cum that had dripped down into her cunt with her own juices. 

Anna moaned loudly. Her chest heaved and her tits jiggled with my trust. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was open ready to expel another moan. Roughly I slid Anna onto and off my cock. Her pussy was now stretched wide open as I impaled her on my shaft. With each thrust she moaned. Only a minute of this activity was all it took to send Anna into a massive orgasm. "Oh fuck me!! Shove that big prick into my whore cunt. Fuck me like a whore. Use me like the slut I am!!" she screamed. 

I pulled out, then rammed my rock hard cock into her pussy pushing her legs into her heaving chest. I pumped and pumped and her hips slammed up as I slowed and circled, my cock slipped out and rammed into her welcoming cunt with increasing tempo faster and faster. She screamed and screamed as her orgasm shook her body. 

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uh....uh....fuck me, oh fuck me harder, cum on me, cum on my tits!!" she cried. 

This pumping took its toll on me as well. I tried to hold back but I was looking down on Anna's incredible body and watching her take my cock in her pussy hole. Finally, I pulled out of the Russian beauty's sopping pussy and hosed down her beautiful tits with my hot cum. ``Oh, god!'' she yelled as I shot my jism. 

I sat back after I had drained all I had onto Anna's chest and watched her gather her senses. She was about as spent as I had ever seen a woman. Her thighs were shaking as she lowered them. Her chest heaved as she rubbed the sperm into them.

Reality hit me then and with my prick shrinking, I quickly put on my clothes, leaving the two tennis sluts laying there, knowing that I had "taken good care of them."